They were in Tina's Volkswagen, and Clint was driving.
They were heading upwind from Tweedy, away from the stench of a small town filled with people who thought that sex was obviously the most important thing in life.
Tina said: "I still don't believe it."
"Yeah, that was amazing. I never knew high-school reunions could turn out to be like some of those Moose Club meetings my grandma used to tell me about."
"Yeah, what a bunch of screwy people."
"Speaking of screwing…"
"Screw you," Tina teased, rubbing his six-inch, avenge-sized prick.
"I wish. Ha, ha, ha."